We Crave the Beauty :: of the artistic freedom of liberated woman__her right of nurture acceptance +
- azhaa says we crave beauty
- Jun 19, 2017
- 3 min read
(down, down. deep down into It)
ode to the creative space that is woman's all Her *own
a room in the circular with low hanging ceiling
skylights open glass roof lush with garden perhaps
solitary, solid, quiet as tomb
smells of you. of your work and artistic efforts
representing your outer womb in the world
mythic place of the birth of your visions
and creative stirrings in wonder amd awe of Life
this space made up of your deep prophetic insights
dreams longings expressions renewal and deaths
the frustrations the long anguish of moments
when this piece refuses to meld with another
and you working dark magics to form
stimulate maintain a union of these parts
helping them to see / know their inherent beauty
in coming together in ease and looseness
the elation and release of geyser-like
Joy when they finally decide to follow your direction
your clear bright fount replenishes + rejuvenates
this is woman's Heart-Soul energy
no one but you touches here
and nothing but the grand work, your Life's•Expression
has the place of sincere honor here
the tools that sing out for your hands only
to lovingly take them up in purposeful embrace
those various materials keen on your taste for them
and approval appreciation of them
yearn for just you and always you and your direction
seems almost impossible a cozy alcove all a woman's own
nothing and i mean not one speck of the rougher sex here
no one daring to summon you away from the unraveling
looking over with dry dull heart mind eye
critical of your works, refusing the blessing therein
no children crying out for your bossom and constant attendance and presence
not understanding why you won't do as they would like
causing you unbidden totally warped guilts
away from phone, a set and limited time for email
putting up a sign on the flagstone gate outside
that reads "💖 you but, i'm right in the middle of it--
so unless you see buddha walking up the road
or the landing of alien spacecraft, LEAVE ME TO IT!"
i imagine hours solitary chunks of moments
still eternities passing sweetly, attentively on
the good / blessed years of one's life spent here
windows full invisible look out onto forest, sister tree
grandma lake and mother blue sky-- they all watch
as you Do as you experiment as you carry on
the universal movement of transformation
in your own forum of the *Muse
you have them all dreaming of the day
when they will return here in woman's form
with hands ready and well equipped for creating
with hearts ready to pound out in tune
with the relentless rhythms of the making
of the crafting of the forming joining of Beauty + function
the importance of having a dedicated creative
work space /studio has never been lost on one such as i
and as you may infer is a glorious Dream i hold
dear to
but living as i do, without home + constantly packed
waiting for the next tide to carry me along to
another shore of circumstance
with the precious bits and bobs i use to create
and formulate works of Beauty scattered
in storage hostaged in one city and one country
to the next... what do i do?
lie in constant dream state >>> of that place
down deep within me now
my womb of creation is sure to manifest outwardly
one Joyful day at some point
of my vagabond journey here a space, a place in Soul
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